Gone fishing (Part Two, And last part of Gone Fishing)
Soo, Beth finally took the hour drive out here to come and pick up my pathetic little butt. She took me home and I just wanted to relax. I started to run water for my bath, when I heard my doorbell. There was Beth, standing right next to a cop.
“Does this THING belong to you?” he asked a little too rudely.
“Yess,” I said aggervated, “Come on.”
So, Beth came in and explained how she “acccedently” ran a stop sign. But, only the police man REALLY knows what happend…..